All Chapters of Living a Nightmare: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Just as the rain started we carried the last part into the house. Again I was invited by Thorsten to smoke a cigarette. He wasn't quite sober now. There was still a bottle left of the six pack. Over the cigarette I learned that he had lived in Morocco and had been married there too. His brother-in-law still lived in Morocco and would take care of the hemp cultivation and harvest. Before his own conviction, Thorsten himself had sold the marijuana to Holland and Germany. He had his current suspended sentence because he was caught again. He was no longer allowed to enter certain areas because he would face a prison sentence. I listened and was shocked more and more. Thorsten told and told. All with pride. It was reported that he barely survived an attempted murder. I also saw scars from 7 stab wounds, all of which just barely missed the organs. The middle finger that had been cut off in the attempted murder was missing on his right hand. It ran cold down my spine. Again I wondered wher

 was 2012 when I had the letter from the bailiff in my hand. I was told that a truck would come 14 days later to remove my belongings from the apartment. If I don't have an apartment by then, I would have to contact the church. Which I did too. At the town hall I went to the responsible Mr. S. He informed me that there was no more accommodation available and that I would therefore be referred back to the apartment. But just a week later I received a new letter. They informed me that my friend and I should report to the town hall again because a place in the homeless shelter had become free. So we went to the town hall. However, Mr. S. wasn't there, so the secretary took us over to the accommodation. It was an old house. Already at the front door a bad smell came towards us. It reeked of urine and feces. The floor was covered with several stains. There was a board wall directly in front of us. This wall should separate the lower area from the rest of the house. A Polish family w

So I went over to Thorsten and asked him if he could turn the music down a bit. As it turned out, that was a mistake, because Thorsten started screaming out loud. It would be his house and he could listen to music as loud as he wanted. I replied that the house belonged to the congregation and that I felt disturbed by the loud music, he also had no right to make it as loud as he wanted. He ignored my objection and told me that my friend and I had to be happy that HE would let us live in the house at all. Without HIM we would be sitting on the street. For me it got a bit ridiculous from then on and I left Thorsten. Back in my room, I noticed that Thorsten turned the music down a bit. That's why I heard him on the phone. To be heard because of the music, he roared so that I could understand every word. He said how cheeky I was by complaining about the loud music. Where it was thanks to him that we were allowed to live here. And he would even have gone there just for us and bought the s

Since Thorsten promised the police officer that he would go to bed immediately and be quiet, I made a big mistake, as I later noticed. Because I suggested taking it upstairs. Rather, I dragged and supported him. But at some point Thorsten was in his room, where he immediately sat down on his bed. I closed his door behind me and went to my own room, where I also went to bed. The silence was heavenly and I dozed off pretty quickly. Suddenly the door rattled and hammered again. Thorsten shouted what I would think of to bring the police into his house. Since he was 17 years old he had had to deal with the police regularly and I wouldn't have to bring them into his house. I was running out of nerves and to get some relief I called my friend at work. We talked on the phone for a while and so he heard some of the spectacle. Thorsten raged, threatened and turned on the music loudly again. My friend promised to come home as soon as possible after work. However, it was shortly after 3 and it

 Now it was enough for me and I screamed loudly that Thorsten should let go of me. But he squeezed my hand and pushed me further in front of him. Years ago I was in a self-defense class and I came up with a grip that can be used to break free in situations like this. I applied this and was released. At the same moment my friend appeared behind Thorsten, which he also noticed. He went straight to claim that I just attacked him. I would be sick and belong in a psychiatric hospital. And I would only have moved into the house to make his life hell. He stumbled into his room, complaining loudly. While my friend and I were eating, we heard Thorsten talking on the phone. He reported what I, bad woman, had allowed myself. Later I had to go to the laundry room, which was opposite Thorsten's room. I dreaded the thought, but found that his door was closed. So I went to hang up my laundry that had just finished. Suddenly Thorsten stood there and informed me tha